This poem was inspired by my soulmate, who I met in this lifetime thirteen years ago. But who I know I have shared many lifetimes with before and will share many lifetimes to come.

I have heard it saidfor everyone there is another.Halves in search of the otherFulfilling the need of being whole.Many search, unending is their quest.For in the grand schemeHow easily two lives can be lost.Two livesLonging , in search of the otherFor a moment is all we have to touch the otherFor one soul to dare sense the heart of the otherOne moment, If lost only fate may beget another chance.

Two hearts aching for the caressto quiet the beating of their painThe touch of the soul that is theirsThe touch of peace and loveReserved for the joining of the special two.Two hearts entwined together synchronized to the beating of time.

Two souls adrift in time Two lives lost in a lifetimeIn a moment their hearts join

We journey along, together.Each of us searchingfor ourselves.Knowing that strength,real strength,is in the sharingof knowledge,of wisdom,of experience.For each of us, separatecannot defeat the demons.But combined,each of usa part,a reflection of the other.It is the journeythat teaches each of us,who we are.

Just once I wish when you looked in the mirroryou would see yourself through my eyes.Then you would see yourself as I do Warm, Caring, Funny, Loving.

You would see a women's eyeslooking deep into my soul.You would feel the love in a touchthough her hands never reach for you.You would see a womenwilling to give everything to the one she loved.You would knowYou could accomplish anythingbecause she believes in you.

For what is a WarriorWithout a Bard?Who shall speak my nameIn a tone of gentleness -That sings of a different warrior.One filled with loveOnly a Bard knows of

Where gone is my inner voice?That allows me to sing of a warriorunbeknownst to many.A warrior, my warrior,A woman so filled with loveOnly do my eyes see.Oh muse, don't leave meWithout you I have no key.Without you, No songs to sing.And history will tellOf a warrior, known to many.My warrior,Gone,Because I have no song to sing.

I think of youwhen I seehow crazy this worldhas gotten.As the days slowlymarch onlouder, busier, faster.No time for me.Amid the strifeI pauseevery now and thento watch a childpick a flowerthrow a ballride a bike,And think of you.Suddenly,there is a smilethat comes from deep within.And I laugh to myself.What children we wereas we grew together.And how we lost each otherto the world of the grown-ups. But you will never be lostIn my heart,'Cause everydayI think of youAnd wonder Does she miss me too?